A Most Peculiar Man
(Simon & Garfunkel)
He was a most peculiar man. That's what
Mrs. Reardon says, And she should know, She
lived upstairs from him. She said he was a
most peculiar man.
He was a most peculiar man. He lived all
alone, Within a house, Within a room, Within
himself, a most peculiar man.
He had no friends, he seldom spoke. And no one
in turn ever spoke to him 'Cause he wasn't
friendly and he didn't care, And he wasn't
like them, Oh no, he was a most peculiar man.
He died last Saturday. He turned on the gas and
he went to sleep, With the windows closed so
he'd never wake up, To his silent world and his
tiny room, And Mrs. Reardon says he has a
brother somewhere, Who should be notified
soon. And all the people said what a shame that
he is dead. But wasn't he a most peculiar man?